As day is to night

Let me capture sunlight in my hands
Its rays won’t filter through my
fingers, clutched within my palm

I shall hold the moon light
Watch its beams, across the longitude
of arches, not releasing back in to
the darkened sky for the world to own

For they are mine in this very moment
As the day eases into night, finding
once more its resting place, it belongs
to me and no one else

As I take you, for who you are
For sun can shine, on a winters day
The moon will be, though clouds conceal
as you are at times, hidden from my view

 

©JMTacken 13.5.2014

 

Photo Credit: www.deviantart.com  Sun Rise Moon Rise

Wounds

rusted barb wire breaks
the softness of the sun
obeying the winds
anger versus calm
two forces ~ never meeting

one holds strong, unnerved
the other soft, compliant
what does it remind you of
the subdued against the harsh
that will not falter

not breaking or succumbing
to the elements ~ merely
shifting side to side
as it pleases
unyielding in its path

heat that cannot melt the barbs
both resilient ~ yet different
chrome hues ~ coarse greys
depending on the view

©jmtacken 31st Oct 2103

550th Post – This will excite you beyond your wildest dreams!!!

No… no it won’t,  I’m fibbing.

However it is exciting Mr. S and I as we shall be here as of tomorrow afternoon –

http://www.paradiselinks.com.au/

Then after 4 days we shall be here

http://www.mercure-harbourside.com.au/explore-cairns-hotel.html   can’t grab a photo unfortunately.

I need warmth, I long for warmth – I have to have warmth – here it shall be warm.

I shall be taking my IPad so my writing won’t be as manic as it has been of late, but I shall still post now and then ..as I need to use my new toy. As I relax poolside while Mr. S is playing Golf, sipping a cocktail or three, I promise to think of you…no I will…honest..

So you see – it’s a win win all round,  I get the warmth and a holiday and you also get a holiday from me not cramming your inbox up for 7 days!!  Whoot Whoot for that!

I shall try and read what I can before I close my eyes tonight – but now I’m off too pack (summer clothes) as we leave at 6am …and I’m just a wee bit excited about the whole damn thing.

Take Care all, keep writing.

Love to you all

xx

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Give me a shout out if you have supported her so she can write a few words to you. 🙂

lust in the afternoon sun

b   u    u   u   m  p

and        g   r  i  n  d

like salt and pepper sing

just a little bit and

o   o  o   o  oooh

come         c l o  s   e

I need to >>       s  t  r  o  k  e

like a baby near the fire

will I hear

don’t touch….    it’s     H    O    T

but sizzzzzzzle

your skin>>>>  is the match  that’s

lit the fire within

I see

pecs and 6 pack abs

forearms glistening with    s  w  e  a  t

jeans hung loooooow

oh oh     ooops

what do I think

moth to flame … just look at you

hell don’t wink

I

I

I

whoooooo   CARES if I burn

 

 

 

‘Tween Winter and Summer Spring Sings Hello

candied orange peel toffee apple red
colours drift to ground casting autumn aside

gloom of winter darkened days
scattered shadows dissipate
frozen morns forgotten goodbye to
nights crispiness as it migrates
for another year

a new season has begun swaying harmony
blossom creaminess caresses the perfumed
breeze floating downwards laying natures carpet
beneath my feet soft blades invite themselves
between my toes spring shows her calling card

scented flowers rainbow from the earth
accompany shy buds eager to display confidence
trees dressed in petalled outfits snuggle leaves
to waken
light of spring holds till late no shadowy clouds spoil
and daffodil trumpets herald the sun to
vibrantly dance

romance smiling faces sun kissed lovers
stroll energised hand in hand

bees buzz
cats purring stretch lazily in sunny alcoves
eggs crack new born feathers break out
to spread their wetted wings
foals unsteady feet
greet the world in warmth on lush and
grassy knolls whilst
deers bend to nuzzle nose of young
hidden amongst forest verdurous
Spring permeating..perfumed..perfection

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Open and welcome critique please

Written for http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/20/poetics-spring/

Of real things

Eyes fluttered open for a second no more than

then slowly closed, for I did not want the real world

just yet

golden sun penetrated the glass like a velvet glove

reaching out for my face

 it drifted under my eye lids whispering

get up..get up

today is a new day

bed covers abandoned

to rise from my berth to which I was anchored

stumbling towards the sun rubbing brow

was I sleep walking

pushing the latch wide open

my eyes unaccustomed to the light

surely tricks were being played

 before me a majestic eagle

wings unfurled it turned,  blinked, beckoned me

I climbed upon his back gathering my arms softly

around his feathered neck his wings sweeping the ether

today is a new day

we soared high into the morning sky my eagle and I

effortless flight

glossy flaxen sun throwing light on

mountain peaks, craggy rocks

green valleys below

I nestled close, we travelled together

ascending above clouds

that seemed to dance in the wind

like musical notes upon a sheet

we rose into the heavens

we plunged and glided on currents of air

the world undisturbed unsheltered beneath us

my eyes closed I felt his heart beat with my hands

was I sleep walking

my eagle returned, he had shown me his world

with tired wings outstretched I alighted

my eyes spoke my thank you not with words

through the window I climbed

my body warmed by the sun

my cheeks aglow from the breeze

he flew away my eagle

I awoke

hugging my feather pillow

was I sleep walking?

Yesterday in Melbourne Australia

Google and 123rf.com

100.4F yesterday hot sun in Australia

Parches throat and toasts the fauna

Restless nights sleep

Throw off the doona

Crispens grass and crackles till dry

Sun in the sky blistering high

Dance bare footed across the sand

Lie on the towels to catch suntan

No cool air to dissipate heat

Hot gates to open, hot iron seats

Birds are silent in heat withdrawn

Heat makes you tired sleepy..yawn

Sun rays beam down washing gets dried

Towels all crunchy almost fried

Trees not moving no wind to stir

But this is the country I love ….AUSTRALIA

Poem to my Mr S…

The sun shone down on the earth & warmed me complete

I waited in the grass, I lay & watched the clouds

The branches of the trees swaying in the subtle breeze

I was alone, waiting there were no crowds

Simple day, anticipation, music filled my head

Lyrics bouncing, eyes closed, in my head I’m swaying

Happiness spreading from tip to toe

This is heaven on earth, where I’m staying

I smile inside I think of you

How you lighten my days & nights

Your love, your laughter, your smile

So  heart warming tender & bright

I wait, I feel the grass around me

I run my hands through its blades

I think of you again and again

My thoughts of you shall not fade

You have brought me joy & never sorrow

You are my rock, my strength, my world

The sun is warm, I wait

The thoughts in my head of you swirl

I’m at peace & happy, the breeze is warm

I’m content & think of us as being two

But really we are one you & I 

I wait… I smile… I love you

Words…..

I’m listening to Sarah McLachlan…& I am listening to Angel.

Music…songs & their words…bring out a different me….possibly hard to understand or for me to explain… but shall I say my emotions change, they heighten & I’m empowered to write simply by listening to lyrics…

My writing emerges from within me, sometimes I do not intentionally choose the words, or the scenarios…my words choose me...what ever wishes to materialise from somewhere inside my being…persuades me to write. I may not have a wide vocabulary nor be as eloquent as some other writers…but I am compelled none the less to do so..

Listening to Sarah at this moment in time

I picture rolling green hills & glistening blades of grass brushed by a sun shower, the suns rays reaching out to kiss the  world beneath from behind the slow rolling clouds…I picture white crested waves tumbling leisurely to the shore, stretching themselves out to reach the hot sands before rolling back onto themselves…I picture forests tall, as I walk upon crackling Autumn leaves beneath my feet, tall timbers being graced by the light of the sun caressing their canopy…I picture a new born foal unsteadily trying to stand to suckle from his mother…I picture an open fire, staring at the coloured flames, listening to the crackling of the wood as it relinquishes its fight against the fire that embraces it…I picture a new born being placed on her mother & to watch the tears that fall upon the mothers cheek as she gazes with intense love upon her perfect child…I picture rain drops settled against a frosted window pane slowly trickling downwards and breathing warm air upon the glass to draw pictures…I picture my parents tenderly holding hands or exchange a smile… I picture lying on a blanket on a warm summer evening and gazing above at an almost blackened sky that has come alive with stars…I picture my daughters when I sat in a dimly lit room on a rocking chair to feed them in the early hours of quiet still morning..their small hands grasping my fingers… watching their eyelids close from being sated with milk & a sweet sleepy smile..

so many things that music & lyrics bring me..

so I write not for acceptance…

I write because I am compelled to share my inner voice that can only be heard on paper…

no one can stop my love of writing, no one can stop what is so much a part of me..

& if perhaps my writing may touch a life…

with laughter…a smile…or perhaps even a tear..

that is the only recognition I as a writer need…